Living Is A Constant Process

We Fall In Love When Our Imagination Projects Nonexistent Perfection Upon Another Person. One Day, The Fantasy Evaporates And With It, Love Dies.

History Is The Science Of People.

It Would Be A Piece Of Ingenuousness To Accuse The Man Of Today Of His Lack Of Moral Code. The Accusation Would Leave Him Cold, Or Rather, Would Flatter Him. Immoralism Has Become A Commonplace, And Anybody And Everybody Boasts Of Practising It.

On The Bigotry Of Culture: : It Presented Us With Culture, With Thought As Something Justified In Itself, That Is, Which Requires No Justification But Is Valid By It's Own Essence, Whatever Its Concrete Employment And Content Maybe. Human Life Was To Put Itself At The Service Of Culture Because Only Thus Would It Become Charged With Value. From Which It Would Follow That Human Life, Our Pure Existence Was, In Itself, A Mean And Worthless Thing.

The Type Of Human Being We Prefer Reveals The Contours Of Our Heart.